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Kaleidoscope of love
Ophidians dance as the shifting occurs
We are stars and electric animals
Nurtured by the mothers of prostitutes!
Floating in a Mushroom Universe
Swimming in a sea of Cyclostomes
And as we surface into the Tide
You open up and I come inside!
And as the world spins 'round and round
We fornicate upon the cotton clouds
That rain down sulfur smiles
Upon the children at play
In the poppy fields
Sinking for what seems like Forever
Like Atlantis into the Sea
To forget the shore and wash away
Wash away my memory
I must be in Limbo
Cause Purgatory's always
Felt just like home!
Inside the moon
Lives the High Priest
Of the Mushroom Cult!
Upon the Altar
Are the ashes
Of the Pharisees!
I've sold my soul
Sold my soul
Soul my soul away
I'm free of guilt
Free of sin
Free of everything!
 Count Kentaro · Mon Jun 25, 2007 @ 08:00pm · 0 Comments |
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Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I cant pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the worlds indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each anothers audience
Outside the gilded cage
Count Kentaro · Sun Apr 29, 2007 @ 04:39am · 0 Comments |
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He Walks up to the alter
And rips open the mirror
If everyone has an angel
why was his relection in a casket
Count Kentaro · Fri Apr 27, 2007 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |
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They call it the stray dog strut
Doing everything by halves... got a real flare for excuses.
Meeting someone at the bar... where loose ends still have uses.
Though it's complicated... this time, I think it could be.
Triangulated, it could be just what we need...
So what you say... we give it up and walk away?
We're overrated, anyway.
We're kissing without kissing... got it down to a fine art.
Love's supposed to keep you young and frisky; we grew up and wide apart.
Not now, not ever, no... it's never a good time.
How will the good times ever roll along?
Comparing photos that are no longer there.
Just wondering...wondering...where it all went.
Nothing to salvage, anyway.
Count Kentaro · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 06:11am · 0 Comments |
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Let's take a blast to the moon baby
I sit around wishing you well
how I'm craving you, yeah!
Every time I'm near you
I always wanna swallow you down
I'll be right here if ya' need me
In my life, I'll need you here, don't ask why
I'll never disappear
why is it everyday that I feel the pain?
Let's take a trip to the stars far away
where were you when I was down?
Staring into the dead
my pain is caused by my pleasure
my soul mate lives in your body
I can't get you out of my head
It never goes away
In my life I'll need you here, don't ask why
I'll never disappear
In your eyes you can bid me farwell
but don't ever try to understand the situation
why is it everyday that I feel the pain?
It always comes when I least expect it
when I'm looking for love
always seem to be regretting it
Why is it everyday that I feel the pain?
Count Kentaro · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 05:57am · 0 Comments |
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This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Count Kentaro · Mon Mar 05, 2007 @ 06:06am · 2 Comments |
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No man Can wear one face to himself,
And another to the Multitude Without
Finally Getting Bewildered As
To Which May Be True
Count Kentaro · Fri Feb 02, 2007 @ 02:52am · 0 Comments |
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Above The Winter Moonlight |
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Here we are far beyond the distant sky
We've seen all the world and how the story will be over
Through the snow and tainted mountains we have climbed
Now we have found the light that guides us over
Through the fallen rain we travelled far and wide
And through the blackest darkness
Stars above shining bright
Through the sun and winter rain we'll fall
All our lives we have been waiting for a sound to call
We're walking hand in hand in dreams and endless time
How do we know when we will leave this life behind?
Staring life through eyes of mine to hate the fear and the pain
There's a feeling held deep inside - the life you live is in vain
Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday
Close your eyes to see the light of latter days
And all the memory that time can never heal
With the trail of broken hearts flying free
Once again we walk this lonely road
There are times that we are wading through the rain and cold
We're lost in memories of what we left behind
Relive the dreams, the endless screams of pain inside
Lives are filled with emptiness
The fear returned once again
Searching endlessly now we will see
Drown your mind in the pain
The last temptation will be all that's left for me
Count Kentaro · Tue Jan 16, 2007 @ 12:53am · 1 Comments |
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